And I say,
Pity, please!
Good poems
Are like flowers
Whose perfume
Will not cease,
That you can read
At leisure,
May bring you
Certain pleasure,
Even one day
Be treasure
That helps
A lonely heart
Find peace.
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One and one are Two,
But what is One, alone?Total, misery.However, some ‘Ones’ have known,How to compensate, in part, for misery,The Artistic refuge is not home,But can be, deep consolation when alone,A refuge, a short contentment,For the lonely heart, a shading tree.
Nothing can
The intoxicating effectThe extravagantly,Glorious, feelingOf a poem, grand,With one sole handIt can lift you upTo Heaven’s SpaceSadden you to tears,Deep Emotions, renovate. .Whichever, the caseNever underestimate,A Poem’s Grace.
A thought, a feel
An artistic vision,Appears,SpontaneousAnd so dearWithout evenKnowing,What conditionsSynapse,What impulsesConnect,Push, extractThe essential essence,That createsThe work of art.
Many a time.
Disappointment,DisillusionmentIn life and heart,Come, some of the bestPoems,Miraculous Metamorphosis,Pain turns into Art.
Eccentric poet
Moody, perhaps?Inspired,Or in a knot,To be a poetOr be not,Life is too shortTo decide,And love,Does hideA lot!So write yourRhyme,And be a poet,It’s all you’veGot.
There is no jealousy in poetry,
what other poets write,Communicating in good verse,Calms one another’s vital fright,And makes us feel,What in the World is still alright!